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[h1][color=7d16c7]Oliver Sullivan[/color][/h1]
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[color=7d16c7]Location:[/color] The Quinjet -> Roof of Steve Rogers' Apartment Building
[color=7d16c7]Skills:[/color] Hacking
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	As they flew, Oliver dug through more of what he found, getting transcriptions and readable copies of audio files, as to not arouse suspicion of what he was doing. Asking around the jet for a pair of headphones would doubtlessly raise questions after all.  He pursed his lips, a bit of understanding for Hill's actions coming to him. He got it, he really did, the world was being a new, unknown, and dangerous place, and people in power hated that. The fundamental aspect of the state is its desire for control, the problem is when that reaches too far. They couldn't be expected to hand over everything to S.H.I.E.L.D due to the circumstances the world found it in though, and that's where he disagreed with Hiil's actions.

	As they landed, Oliver got to work on a more pressing task. Typing away at his keyboard, he laughed for a moment. Not wanting to give away too much of what he was doing though, he just focused on typing, and thinking. Time wasn't something he had much of, but he didn't wanna push his luck and try to use his speed to type faster, the risk just wasn't worth it. Giving a mild sigh of exasperation, he finished up, secure in the knowledge that he at least tried to do some good. Closing up his laptop he said, shaking his head, "[color=7d16c7]If Cap is in there, he doesn't have any kind of surveillance in his apartment, we're going in dark.[/color]" He said, gathering up his stuff and dismounting the Quinjet.